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(Dragon Hybrid) Sergeant Price defends (Human) Captain MacMillan and damn near tears the face off a higher up for him putting his hands on his captain.
This is followed by hybrid detainees grabbing and tasing Sergeant Price until he was out cold before they chained him up and took him away to a holding cell until he woke up.
(I don’t have much for this, so if anyone wants to finish, BE MY GUEST!!)
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✨️💙 Scylla (Reaper) x Syo (Geno) ❤️✨️
I really love them <3
Scylla and Syo from Israltale by @truedarkmillenia @israltale 💕✨️
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i’m back on my trans!- and dragonhybrid!mare bs:
imagine dark getting sent a video/series of videos of mare(with a strap-on), anti, and mad all fucking each other, like mare fucking mad and anti fucking mare (and giving his horns and tail some nice rough pulls)
even better if they are rotating around and changing who fucking who. and eventually it ends with mare taking off his strap-on and getting pinned between the other two taking him from both sides stroking his horns and tail giving them soft kisses, and telling him how handsome he is and a lot a praise going all around to all three and mare keeping his tail wrapped around one of them
also in general the thought of mare wrapping his tail around the leg, arm, or waist of dark, anti, or mad as a sign of affection (in both sexual and non-sexual situations) has me weak
The way my first thought was Dark getting the video(s) and being like "I leave them alone for five minutes and they get this horny?" XD
Also the tail around the others is just ADORABLE
Just whenever he wants to show some affection or comfort for either the others or himself and just ❤️
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I heard “medieval/fantasy” and came sprinting‼️
thoughts and feelings on DragonHybrid!Price? I’ve seen him in monster aus, all good and fun, but a fantasy setting scratches my brain just right. I’m personally imagining it as a sort of werewolf situation where he can pass as a normal mortal just fine, but is forced to retreat to a cave in the mountains for (x reason to transform) (bonus points on if you don’t necessarily know he’s a dragon hybrid)
maybe as his transformation draws closer he becomes more animalistic in nature and appearance. matte scales hidden beneath his shirt and trousers, suddenly he’s looking a little more bulky and running a touch hotter than normal. were his pupils always slightly slit-like? he’s suddenly buying shiny objects, buying you gold rings and necklaces, crystal jewelry. he keeps absentmindedly referring to your home as your ‘den’, trying to keep you in the house more often
I haven’t thought through all the nitty gritty details, but the overall idea drives me insane. hugs and kisses, mwah🎀✨
Ok so. I’m a HUGE fan of the trope of being offered as like a human sacrifice and then getting fucked by the monster lol.
So for Dragon!Price I’m thinking that no one knows the dragon can take human form, and John introduces himself as an emissary for the great dragon of the mountains. He sees all of the potential offerings, pretty girls all done up in white linen, and to your terror, you’re selected.
You try to suck it up for the good of your village— the dragon is the one that protects you from other monsters. His mountain brings your community good fortune and plentiful harvest. But that doesn’t mean people aren’t afraid of him— that there aren’t endless tales of horror about what happens to dragon brides.
John, despite his loyalty to the dragon, is good to you as he escorts you up the mountain. He keeps you fed and rested. When you arrive at the caves there’s a sort of antechamber with many human comforts. John dresses you in fine silks and jewels and gold from a seemingly endless selection. He tells you he has to leave— it’s time to meet your new master and husband. You cling to his arm for a moment, silently begging him to stay with you. He tells you not to worry. That the dragon is fond of you already.
When you’re beckoned further into the cave, you see none other than John— his blue eyes slitted, scales running down his bare back, horns protruding and tail swishing on the floor. Half-transformed— he thought it would be the kinder way to take you on your wedding night.
He caresses the skin of your throat, framed in gold chains, and quietly commends himself for his own good taste.
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Hi dolly!:) silly idea, have you ever tried writing for the hybrid cod guys? Ie: dragon hybrid price or werewolf hybrid soap, not a Request, I just think their neat. Also, probably good for Halloween as it's nearly October!
warning: none. Crack and fluff kinda, hybrid tf141
Ah of course, writing for hybrid cod is tradition at this point
Romantic bits aside. I like to think that each of them are annoying in their own special way. Intentional or not.
For starters, DragonHybrid! Price just reeks off burning wood. No matter how many times he's taken a shower, –no matter how long too!– he always ends up smelling the same. Like a fuckin' pizza oven.
Must be because he's half dragon– you'd think, so you can't really hold it against him. But out comes the second problem, which what seems to be his unhealthy relationship with cigars. What good does he have for temporary, man-made, chemical smoke, when he can produce his own. More natural, more efficient, and quicker too. But alas. It's just one of those cases where you try one thing once, then you find yourself doing it all the time, over and over.
You love the guy, really, you do. But getting any closer than 5 feet would set fire to your lungs, a guaranteed visit to the nurse's office. Doesn't help that kissing him feels like swallowing a dozen lit matches.
While Price's stench is still somewhat tolerable. WerewolfHybrid! Soap's constant howling at the moon might just make you consider transferring to another task force. Unfortunately for you, you also love his stupid face too much to do that. Sigh, the things you do for love. He just can't seem to get enough of that stupid fucking rock floating in the ink of night. Like he was some desperate firefly, who can't reach the light of a bulb. Well, at least he'd be a very handsome firefly.
But oh he cries for it, howls for it, and makes everyone suffer because of it. Heartless monter. A part of you thinks that he's just feeding into the cliché –that his kind is unable to resist that shiny ball of white floating about the dark sky– and the other wonders if he just Palov'ed himself into doing that by accident, and now can't quit.
Next up is your dear HarpyHybrid! Gaz, darling boy he is. He's not much of a nuisance save for the occasional stray feathers you'd find scattered all over the damned base. He has no control over it.
Besides, it's not too much of a problem on most days, but if you're unlucky enough to catch him on a bad mood you'll be left with more feathers than the ones you ordered to clean. And if you happen to hit a very specific nerve he might just ask a favor from his bird friends to shit on your car. Or your head. Whatever quells his thirst chaos at the moment. Is that a new suit? Well it's definitely not gonna smell like one anymore, baby!!
Very petty, and pretty would be the top description for your love.
Lastly we have WraithHybrid! Ghost. Who definitely lives up to his call sign. Never brings shame to it. He haunts the halls like he gets paid to do it, said he'd love for that to be the case. But no. The prick just can't be bothered to alert anyone of his presence.
You'd feel him before you see him. Unexpected taps to the shoulder has you jumping out of skin, and bumping to an invisible body never fails to bring a chill up your spine.
But when you do see him? On the dead of night? Out to get a snack? Ohh, lucky you, if you're a horror fanatic because the worn out material of his mask. That soulless skull. It's enough to give the boogeyman nightmares. Scare the monsters out from under your bed. You'd be glad that it was just skeletons in your closet, and not his dark, grim, saturnine, figure.
The last thing you needed from that was the introduction of the bane of your very tired existence, or as others would call it, "the swear jar". Price was just looking to take advantage of your very consistent "Oh fuck!'s towards Ghost.
a/n: I forgot how much I loved writing. I missed all of you so much.
yours, truly
–Dolly
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Lucky little witch.
Dragonhybrid!Bakugou x Witch!reader
• Summary: As you, the little witch that lived down the mountains of a territorial dragon, one day decided to enter the woods of said dragon alone, and during springtime, Katsuki Bakugou can only take it as an invitation to take you to his dean to help him during the pain that will be his upcoming rut...
•Fantasy au / Setting.
•Aged-up characters ( bk 19 you 18)
•Tw: none for this part [ little suggestive at the end ] but possible angst, smut, and other triggers like blood, etc in the upcoming parts. There will always be warnings at the beginning of every one so don't worry :)
•Part 1.
Just my luck! You thought as you tried to find a way out of this maze of a forest. At first, it looked like something straight out of a fairytale with big oak trees, and beautiful, colorful groves of flowers, filled with the sound of nature rustling leaves, water running, the plip plop of little droplets, the chirping of birds. However, as you made your way to the heart of it you could feel, or rather sense, the magic of someone or something that roamed this woods, and the best thing is; it was fire energy, making it a hundred times more dangerous for you, being an earth witch and all...
But it was okay, your magic gave you an advantage here! Or so you thought... It was as if the trails changed every time!
Plus it was going to be dark real soon...
"Just my luck ! " you said out loud in a long exasperated sigh that echoed throughout the woods and bounced on the trunks of the not-so-enchanting trees anymore. After all, their foliage seemed so dense that you couldn't fly past them even if you wanted to, plus the ritual needed for that was too long and difficult for you to make in the middle of nowhere and at the mercy of whatever beast that roamed these mountains and from the sound that you heard earlier, the ones that made you do a run-for-it to exit this woods as soon as possible and preferably before dusk, surely didn't belong to any kind of bear or mountain lion but to other kinds of beasts; mythic ones such as chimeras and dragons. Yes, you truly had no luck or the worst one in this world...
Having to run away from fire-breathing monsters while you only were on an errand to retrieve some plants that you were short on, and since you were too lazy to go to the city to buy some, you decided to directly go fetch them at the source. What a wonderful idea!
Now you'd tell me: but isn't having to climb a mountain and search for them in an endless forest more tiring, than just going to the city? Yes, it would be better if it wasn't one week of travel on horseback from your home, and for the fact that you weren't even sure they would have some of them as they were not common, and since you wanted to spare your rear the utter torture that was traveling on a horse's back for days you climbed the nearest mountain and gave that suffering to your feet that now were sore from all this walking.
So here you are by a lake considering the possibility of staying the night. After all, you were a witch so lighting a fire and building a shelter wasn't that difficult with the right spells... As you're torn apart between your laziness and your survival instinct- that was begging you to run as fast as possible from this place and away from this bone-chilling roar that you heard earlier- you don't notice said beast behind the trees watching your every move and wondering if he should pounce on you and shred you to pieces or find a better way of using you and that pretty body of yours...
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You Cry, I Die
Giant!Dream, Borrower!Sapnap.
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Giant!Dream, Tiny!Sapnap, Tiny!Puffy, Tiny!Bad, Tiny!Schlatt.
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Curious Creature
Giant!Dream, Tiny!Sapnap, Tiny!Karl.
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Tiny Mages', Big Mistake
Giant!Dream, Tiny!George.
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Trading Places
Giant!Quackity, Giant!Sapnap, Borrower!Karl.
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Unexpected Encounter
Giant!Philza, Giant!Techno, Borrower!Tommy.
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I Can't Patch You Up...
DragonHybrid!Dream.
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Quit Pretending Idiot
God!Dream.
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Soooooo, I might’ve jumped on to the dragonhybrid!qtubbo train
Translation -> (I’m making a q!tubbo design ref sheet)
#ngl they’re rlly fun :D#also I just realized that I forgot to post my tazercraft ref lol#I’ll post it soon dw#qsmp#qsmp.txt#qsmp tubbo
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79th Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill
Hanzo/Cassidy – cont B68F2 – Part ½ – mythical training AU – dragonhybrid!Hanzo; cock and ball torture; humbler; non-con/dub-con – Cole has thought up of another tactic to make the dragonhybrid heel.
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Cole throws a glance into the other stalls as he passes them. The hybrids that look back at him all seem docile enough; some of them even turning and presenting the moment that they see him. Those are the ones that are ready to get sent back to their owners – or to be sold outright.
He’s running a damn good facility here. He’s showing results; which is why his little pet project is annoying him more than it probably should. He moves toward one of the last stalls and peers inside.
Unlike the other beasts that he’s got in his care, Hanzo never graduated from the harness that they put on those that are too feral to be trusted. The magic sealing mark that has been tattooed into the small of his back is mirrored on the fancy buckle of the thing. It keeps him sapped of everything. His magic, his strength… just not his bad attitude, it seems.
The moment he lays eyes on Cassidy, he shows him his teeth, though the gesture seems much more performative now than it had been a month ago.
Cassidy is slowly making a headway with the bitch but it’s like pulling teeth. He kind of likes the challenge… but mostly he wants the thing to obey.
“Thought we’d be doin’ something different today,” he drawls. He lifts the device he has brought with him over the wall of the stall and shows it to Hanzo on his palm.
The dragon hybrid is staring at it, eyes narrowing. He does not make a sound of course, but it is clear he has no idea what he is looking at. Cole lightly moves it from left to right, watching the bastard never letting it out of his sight for a second.
“You know what that is? Of course you don’t. It’s a humbler. Nifty li’l thing. You’ll hate it.”
He grins lopsidedly. The beast shifts backwards a little as if he had understood. Cole has started to doubt his decade-long assessment that the beasts are all too dumb to understand anything.
This particular bitch seems way too smart for his own good most of the time.
“Hmn. Anyway. Be a good boy and back up. Go on- back up… there ya go. See, ye’re learnin’ somethin’ at least. The sweeter you’re bein’ on me, the nicer I make this whole experience for you. Got that?”
He’s just talking at this point. Most beasts react well to their handler talking even though they don’t understand it. Hanzo, luckily, is no exception to that. He throws Cole nasty looks but he does no longer have to be trussed up like a goddamn turkey to get any work done on his body anymore. The past lessons certainly left their impressions on the bitch.
Maybe he doesn’t want Cole’s whole arm inside his pussy anymore next time he pushes out an egg? Well that’s neither here nor there.
Cole’s got a hardon walking into the stall, the humbler feeling nice and heavy in his hand. He feels like he’s had one since the moment he thought of this brilliant idea. He’s sure this will be very fun. Just not for the beast.
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Watching Hanzo crawl with his nuts pulled back through the humbler is the funniest fucking thing Cole has ever seen. It’s also one of the hottest. He won’t deny that he’s quite fond of predicament bondage and watching the beast’s face as it starts to realize what is happening the moment it crawls forward on all fours is a pleasure in and off itself.
Just a few steps in, Hanzo starts to pull back on the leash, trying to sit his ass down and alleviate the pressure that the humbler inadvertently puts on his testicles.
Cole doesn’t put any pressure on the leash; just stands there and smokes a cigarette while watching the hybrid slowly figure out that no matter what position he puts himself in… the pull on his sensitive balls keeps up uncomfortably.
He starts sweating, strands of the well-kept black hair sticking to his skin as he twists awkwardly, trying to peer behind him and at the piece of wood pushing up against his thighs. He twists around two, three times, giving Cole a nice show of his plump pussy winking at him from beneath the muscular tail, then finally stops and just stares at his trainer.
The look on his face is comically accusatory.
Cole shrugs with one shoulder, snipping his smoked-up cigarette in Hanzo’s general direction. He lightly tugs on the leash.
“Come on. I got more presents for you.”
Hanzo pulls against the leash – but only for a second before he starts to reluctantly follow along. Slower than usual but at a steady pace overall. By the time they’re in the breeding room, Cole can see the change in the beast.
He’s sweating harder, a flush having risen up to his scaly skin all over his body; and just beneath his slim, trembling belly is his cock – curiously half-hard, bouncing with every motion. Undecided whether it likes the rude treatment to the hybrid’s smooth testicles.
Cole leads him around slowly. Hanzo’s eyes are everywhere at once it seems, staring at all the unfamiliar equipment; and very pointedly ignoring the ones that he is familiar with, like the thick nozzle that Cole used to pump that ooey gooey slime into his womb.
He hisses at that one, the fur along his spine standing immediately on end.
Cole can’t help but chuckle. He tugs on the leash. “Nah… that ain’t part of the menu for today. If you’re a good boy, that is. Come here, little fuckpuppet. Daddy Cass got something different in mind for you.”
He leads him over to the breeding stand; a very simple construction made to withstand the weight and power of hybrids that are much bigger and heavier than the sleek dragon he is leading behind him.
Between the sturdy wood beams of the stand hangs today’s breeding tube which Cole had put there previously. They got all kinds of sizes for their studs and while Hanzo isn’t meant to be one of them, Cole supposes that it can’t hurt to let him mount up for once. Get some of that infernal energy out of his system.
He’s not all bad, after all. Not always. He knows that the beasts thrive well on the occasional boon that they are allowed… only that Hanzo will find out soon enough that he’s just getting played with again.
Cole leans against the breeding stand and watches Hanzo crawl closer. He seems to have gotten used to the feeling of the humbler for now; at least he does no longer fight against it as he carefully stretches his back and daintily sniffs on the pocket cunt hanging there for him.
The plump opening is glistening wet from a mixture of lubricant and pheromones Cole had smeared around and into the opening, fucking two thick fingers into the thing and getting turned on in the process. He had been half considering pumping a load into the fake pussy himself. He might still take a round after the beast is done.
He doesn’t usually take the sloppy seconds from the pets but Hanzo is… different. He wouldn’t mind letting him watch as he grunt fucks the hole he just bred up. Might be worth considering in and off itself.
A nice show of dominance.
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i second that thought
along with that i also going feral over the thought of dark choking mare and he’s loving it (and idk if you’ve see some of my other ask on frutie but this thought with dragonhybrid!mare is also fucking delicious)
I am loving this-
Just Mare getting fucked into the mattress and feeling Dark’s burly hand wrap around his neck, keeping it there and squeezing lightly from time to time but enough to get Mare’s eyes to roll back, letting out breathy moans when Dark would release the pressure from his neck.
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the horny stuff aside with dragonhybrid!mare: imagine if the first time mare showed his half form/other form to them he was pulled out of his dragon form accidentally/ against his will (sorry if that is phrased weird work are hard rn, this goes for everything in this ask)
maybe when mad first found mare he was injured and mad took him back to try and help him. Mare like mad, anti, and dark enough so he decided to stay but he was afraid to show his other form because he didn’t know if they would want to keep him around then, so he just stayed in his dragon form. as time went on mad could’ve been studying mare to try and see if he could help mare recover more, so he would be lightly poking around to see when the pain was most. As he’s poking around mad accidentally hits the spot with the worst pain causing mare to go into his other form and mad, being startled, would probably scream causing the other two to check in on him. and poor mare is absolutely terrified, trying to apologize but as he’s trying to get through the words he falls into a panic attack terrified at the thought of being alone and he’s yelling at himself ruining what he had because they were happy and he was taking care of but now, as far as he knows, thats all gone. mad, anti, and dark desperately trying to calm him down so he doesn’t hurt himself, just telling him that everything is gonna be ok and that they won’t make him leave
once mare has calmed down they talk about the situation and come up with a plan of action. and boom now mare doesn’t have to worry about being out and alone because now he has three boyfriends who love him more than anything and they have more than enough space for him
sorry if this flowed weird, i’m not the best at writing but i tried my best and i just really like the idea because it can be a good mix of fluff and sadness (especially written by someone who knows what their doing)
I do love the idea of them being from a fantasy-based land, so creature likes dragons/fairy/etc and magic users are commonplace.
So maybe Mad is a magic-user in training, mostly self-taught before finding Dark and Anti, and he's exploring, finding the injured Mare and he can't bear the thought of leaving the poor lil' dragon hurt so he takes him home.
Dark is used to the antics and Anti thinks is 'really cool!' to have a dragon in the house and helps take care of Mare as well
And then all of the things you said happens and it's just some 10/10
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𓆰 Bad Dragon ᯓᡣ𐭩
synopsis: DragonHunter!Reader x DragonHybrid!Sylus
tags: 5 seconds of plot before filth hehe, manhandling, use of tail, mirror sex, choking, creampie, backshots AND missionary (i’m a whore but i’m also romantic), cumplay, orgasm denial, rough, like REAL rough, degredation, marking, claiming, cunnalingus, cumeating, heavy possessiveness, biting, mean sylus on the low, dragons so…monsterfucking?
wrd cnt: 3.2k (longest fic i’ve ever written…i love my man)
a/n: first of all yea the title is a reference to the dragon sex toy company and YES i wrote this with one hand anyways so yeah i saw the first drip marketing and fell to my fucking knees and started writing this 10 minutes after bc..?💀 yall im so serious im obsessed with dragons it’s my tism specialty my bestie @astarionapologist knows this….infold did this just to rob my ass
A cold and brutal wind swept through the jagged peaks of Tarus, carrying the scent of wet rubble and cinder.
You tugged on the ends of your pants, pulling them down to prepare for a hike up the mountain.
Your breath came in visible clouds of vapor, each huff proof of the frigid night that swallowed the sky above you.
The mouth of a cave ahead, like a black maw, unveiled an entrance that seemed to be your x on the map.
This was it; the nest of the bounty you had hunted for almost a month now.
With a final glance at the starlit scene, you unsheathed your heavy sword and stepped into the smoldering darkness.
The air around you thick and getting heavier by the second, something you couldn’t explain. Was it fear?
The sounds of the outside world disappeared, only the faint drips of water within the cave walls and the distant crackle of a dying fire behind you. You followed the tunnel, each step uncertain, and each sound amplified in the silence as you chose your path through the darkness.
And then, there he was, your prey.
Your heart skipped a beat, but not from fear… from recognition. The bounty poster hadn't prepared you for this, nothing could have. The deep cavern divided from any natural light made the mineral rich walls glow a shade almost mimicking the sun.
His scales shimmered, a contrast of his pale skin, red painted streaks adorning his skin and the obsidian scales that marked his body. He lounged on a makeshift bed of bedrock and bones, scorpion-like tail twitching lazily, the tip brushing against the stone floor with a soft, almost mocking rhythm that almost made it hard to believe it was him. Were you hallucinating?
"Well," he drawled, one leg draped on the sofa as the other layed parallel, an elbow to perch him up as you spoke to his back. "If it isn't little miss hunter." His voice was a low purr, lined with amusement and something darker. "I’m surprised to see you here, I was sure it would take a little longer for you to find me.". He said, impression in his tone.
You didnt- couldn’t respond immediately, instead letting your eyes roam over him. His muscles were corded and tense.
"I…I came for the bounty," you said finally, your voice steady despite the turbulent emotions swirling within you. "But I didn't expect...you like this-." You say, knuckles turning white as you grip your claymore tighter.
He chuckled, a sound that rumbled through his chest. "No? Surprised to see me…Or disappointed?" He rose from the bed, moving with a predatory grace that made your pulse quicken. "You should have known better, sweetie. Listen to your gut more." He said as he closed the distance you.
Before you could react, he was upon you, his hands grasping your wrists to pin them against the walls above your head, with terrifying ease no doubt. His even larger now body pressed against yours, the heat of his chest searing through your clothing. The familiar scent of smoke and spice filled your senses like an aphrodisiac.
"Now," he whispered, his lips dangerously close no yours. "What should I to do with you, my pesky little kitten?” He purred, his lips brushing your cheek and nuzzling into you like a feline.
His forked tongue flicked out, tasting the shell of your ear before he bit down gently, or whatever gentle might be to his standard; his teeth sinking into the tender flesh.
You gasped, the sensation both painful and unbearably pleasurable. His grip on your wrists tightened.
"Should I kill you?" he mused, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Or maybe, just maybe, I’ll keep you here...forever. My kindred spirit.”
Your breath hitched as his knee nudged between your legs, pressing insistently against your core.
The pressure sent a bolt of arousal straight to your center, pooling hotly between your thighs. You struggled against his hold, not out of fear, but from the overwhelming desire clawing its way to the surface. He was right, wasn’t he? Kindred spirits never seem to break away, the harder you pull the force of snapping back only heightened.
"Please..." you whispered, the word torn from your throat. "Don't..."
His chuckle was low and filthy, sending another wave of shivers through you. "Oh, I apologize, ‘don’t’ as in kill you? or keep you? You’re awefully confusing," he said, his hand slipping down your hip to find the curve of your ass; squeezing it roughly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he grinds his knee harder against you.
"It seems- your tongue isn’t telling the truth." He adds, his knee feeling the heat emanating from your core.
His tail lassos around your waist, coiling and pulling you flush against him, if it was even possible to get closer.
The sensation was electrifying, the thick and almost malleable appendage wrapping possessively around you.
His cock, already hard and throbbing, pressed against your stomach, demanding attention.
"Look at me," he commanded, forcing your chin up so you met his gaze with a firm hand on your throat, his nails sharp enough to make you bleed with just a prick.
"Tell me what you want. Be clear.”
You hesitated, the words stuck in your throat. The intensity of his stare was enough to reduce you to ash in his hands. But there was no denying the ache building inside you, the desperate need for him.
Fuck that bounty.
"I want…you," you admitted, the confession tasting bitter on your tongue like a scorched burn.
His smile was feral, triumphant. "That's my girl."
With a swift motion, he pulled you away from the wall and towards the seating. His tail kept you anchored, dragging you along like a prize as he held onto your throat. The scales scratched against your skin as he threw you down, following you down with a snarl.
"Mine," he growled, his hands roving over your body without mercy. "Only mine."
His fingers found your nipples, pinching and twisting them with brutal efficiency. You cried out, arching into his touch despite the pain.
The pleasure-pain duality was maddening.
"Yes," you whimpered, your hands gripping the rock beneath you. "Oh gods, yes..."
His mouth covered yours in a kiss that was anything but tender. His tongue invaded your mouth, stealing your breath and leaving you gasping. “There are no gods here…none that can save you.” He whispered before his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, drawing blood in a sweet, metallic exchange.
You could feel his tail tighten its grip around your waist, the scales digging into your skin every growing second as he hovered over you, his eyes drowned with a mix of lust and possessiveness.
His claws crept up your neck, grabbing your throat and squeezing just enough to make you groan, a smirk plastering his face.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice dripping with ego. "So eager, so needy. Pathetic."
You put your hand on his wrist, pleading eyes for him to do something, anything- anything to stop the torment he was putting you through.
This was still Sylus- your Sylus, who knew exactly what to do to make you lose it.
"Beg," he demanded, breaking the silence and watching you with hungry eyes. "Beg for it."
You shook your head, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "Please..."
He laughed again, low and dark. "Not good enough."
His hand moved down, cupping your sex through your clothes- feeling your warmth. The rough flesh pressed against your sensitive flesh between the fabric, adding another layer of stimulation.
"Please- Sylus," you gasped, desperation coloring your voice. "Please, more..."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "What was that? I didn’t catch that," he whispered, his hand leaving. "Try again."
You twisted under him, craving more; unable to find satisfaction.
"Please... please, touch me," you begged, your voice hoarse and raw. "I can't... I can't take it anymore..." You begged.
He paused, his hands resting on the curve of your hip. For a moment, you thought he might give in, might finally grant you release, like the Sylus you’ve always known. But then, he smiled, a cruel twist of his lips that sent a chill down your spine.
"That's more like it," he purred, his fingers resuming their merciless dance. "But not yet.."
His tail released from your waist, not before it flipped you onto your stomach, then finding itself wrapped around your thigh, spreading your legs apart: toying with your body like a stringed puppet. The pressure was almost unbearable, but you welcomed it, craved it. Your body throbbed with need, every nerve ending thrumming with anticipation.
"Sylus..." you moaned, your hips pressing back against him. "Please..."
“You never learn to be patient do you?” He asked- moreso a statement, “…just a needy little slut, aren’t you sweetie? Even now.” He continued, in a mocking tone.
Before you could defend yourself, he grabbed your hair, yanking your head up so you were forced to look at yourself in the gold framed mirror, sitting perfectly between mounds of gold on the floor directly infront of you two. Your reflection stared back at you, wild-eyed and flushed, your hair disheveled and your neck marked with bruises, lips red and swollen.
"Look at what you’ve become," he purred, his voice a seductive whisper as he lowered himself down to speak in your ear, his chest on your back. "A filthy little thing, begging for me."
You felt his gaze, even more intimate in the mirrors reflection that looking directly at him.
His hands roamed your body once more, squeezing at your hips and your breasts.
“Take it off” he demanded in your ear, waiting for you to undress for him.
Without wasting another second, you started to unbutton your garments.
But even a second is too long- you find your clothes now on the floor torn in unmendable fashion as the dragon rips them off you, savagely graceful.
“Sylus-!” You pout, You wanted to argue, to demand that he listen, but all words died in your throat as you felt it—
“Oh? She’s finally quiet? You shouldn’t reveal what you like so easily.”
You really had no response, two thick, heavy shafts pressing against your bare skin. One nestled between the soft folds of your cunt, the other sliding along the curve of your ass. Your imagination ran wild, filling in the gaps where your vision failed in your compromised position. What would they look like up close? How would it feel to have them inside you, both at once?
Your hands gripped the edge of the bedrock sofa, looking at his large body hovering over you in the reflection of the mirror, his clawed hands running up and down your spine, pawing at your breasts, making you shiver and breathe raggedly.
"Do you like that?" he purred, his voice dripping with promise. "Do you want more?" He offered.
You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from him. He stared back at you, a blend of fear and longing could be seen in your eyes that made your heart ache. But it wasn't fear that drove you now; it was something far more primal, something that clawed at your insides. A deep, throbbing need that pooled low in your belly.
You could feel the weight of his shafts pressing insistently against you and more harshly as you prolonged your silence.
"Yes," you gasped, your voice barely a whisper. "Please... I want it."
“Spread your legs," he commands, his voice low and rough. "Wider."
You obey without thinking, your thighs parting as far as they will go, exposing yourself completely to his scrutiny. The cool air of the cave brushes against your slick, sensitized flesh, making you gasp.
“Such a good girl," he murmured, “you’re going to take it all aren’t you?” He asks, his shafts both rubbing against your slicked heat, you could feel the tip of one shaft nudging at your entrance, slick with pre-cum that made your folds tingle with warmth while the other poked at your clit.
“Sy…lus-“ You dragged out, your head drooping down at his teasing gestures, it’s almost like he was waiting for you to let your guard down, because the minute you did…your head shot back up.
His initial thrust was slow, almost gentle, but it still sent a jolt of adrenaline through your system.
You gasped, your body arching instinctively as the thick length filled you, stretching you wide with both his cocks. It was overwhelming, almost too much, but there was no escaping it; not that you wanted to.
"That's it," Sylus purred, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos inside you. "Take it all, make me proud”, he teased.
The mirror across from you reflected the scene with cruel clarity, showing you sprawled out beneath him, completely at his mercy.
His thrusts were brutal, unrelenting. Each one hit deep, sending shockwaves of intensity through your body. You screamed, the sound echoing off the walls of the cave. Your vision blurred, tears streaming down your face as you clung to the edge of release.
Sylus followed your gaze, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight. "See how beautiful you are when you’re mine?" he taunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more savage. "See how perfect you look with me inside you?"
His large frame hovered right above you, back flush against his chest as he played with your tits, marking and sucking at your neck.
"Sylus... please... please..."
He kissed the tears from your cheeks, his lips trailing down to your jaw and shoulder as he mounted you from behind. "Almost," he murmured, his tips hitting the spongy spot inside your walls.
“So close…” you whimpered.
And then, without warning, he withdrew, leaving you empty and aching. You cry out in protest, reaching for him behind you with trembling hands.
"Please," you sobbed, your voice strained.
His large claws held your waist and flipped you onto your back, his knees spreading your thighs further, your eyes now stuck on the clear view of his cocks.
It was almost like you imagined- two slightly scaled shafts, longer and thicker than you’ve seen.
He made you watch, intently, as he rubbed them onto your aching and wet folds, slapping the tip on your cunt and watching you mewl as the vulgar gushing sounds echo in the cave.
"Please, let me come..." You beg.
He leaned in closer, his hands at each side of your head as his lips brushed against your ear. "Not yet," he whispered, his cocks plunging into you again with sudden, vicious force. "Not until you've earned it." He growled, his hips snapping against yours.
It was even deeper now- somehow, feeling your stomach bulge slightly, and he made sure you noticed.
“Oh sweetie- look at you, feel me right here?” He cooed, his fingertips tracing the shape of his cocks under your belly, hitting the spots inside you that made you almost pass out.
It was different this time, less frantic, more calculated. Each thrust was measured, aimed directly at those sensitive spots. His tail flicked against your clit, adding another layer of torment, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
“Sylus- Please!” You screamed, your hands gripping his shoulders so tightly, scratching at his upper back like a long clawed kitten.
"That's it," he purrs, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Show me how much you want this."
You couldn’t even control the noises coming out of you, not from your mouth or your….
His red eyes glowed with amusement, and he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me," he demands, his voice a velvet rasp. "Tell me what you want.”
“I want…I need- I need to cum, please Sylus-“ You spoke in labored and ragged pants.
He responds in an instant, his cocks angling in a way that hits your sweet spot with pinpoint accuracy. The sensation is indescribable, a spike of pure ecstasy that sends you spiraling so tantalizing close.
"Come for me then," he growls, his voice a rough command. "Now."
The words act like a trigger, setting off a chain reaction within you. Your body seizes, muscles clenching tightly around his cocks as waves of pleasure crash over you in pure bliss.
“Fuck…” He growls close to your ear, feeling you release around him.
You could see your vision whiting out, stars exploding behind your eyelids as the orgasm rips through you, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath.
But Sylus….oh he doesn't let up, his thrusts continuing even as you shake underneath him. He rides out your climax, milking it for all it's worth, his cocks driving you higher and higher until you think you might pass out from the sheer intensity of it, his cocks drilling in and out of you despite all the mess you’ve already made on them.
"Sylus... please..." you beg, your voice breaking on a sob. "I can't... I can't take it..."
“Oh? Can’t? We’ll see about that.” He says against the shell of your ear, his voice cracking and raspy as he’s close to spilling out into you, claiming you in a way no one else can ever replicate, not like this.
His cocks throb in rhythm with your racing heart, pounding you a handful more of times before filling you so completely that it feels as though he’s marking every inch of you. Sylus grunts, his body tensing as he spills his seed deep inside you. The hot, thick pulses of his release coat your insides, making you whimper with a mix of relief and raw desire.
Sylus leans down, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss that steals your breath. He tastes of cinder and sweat, and you melt into him, your body still quivering from the intensity of your orgasm, clinging to him.
His tongue delves deep, exploring every corner of your mouth as if claiming not just your body, but your very soul.
When he pulls away, your lips are swollen and tender, and you’re left gasping for air. But Sylus isn’t done with you yet. Not yet. He shifts his weight, pulling out of you slowly before his hands slide down your body until they find your hips again. With a firm grip, he spreads your legs wide as he kisses down your body.
“Stay still,” he commands, his voice low and guttural.
You obey, your body trembling without must resistance.
Then, without warning, his tongue flicks out, licking a trail from the bottom of your cunt to the very top. The sensation making you arch against his face.
“So sweet,” he purrs, his voice vibrating against your skin. “Let me taste you, sweet girl.”
He doesn’t wait for your response, his tongue delving between your folds, slicking them with his saliva as he laps at the mixture of his cum and your juices. The sensation is overwhelming, sending shivers down your spine as you hold onto his silver locks, trying to steady yourself as your hips continue to rock up into his eager mouth.
Sylus works you eagerly, his tongue flicking over your clit, then delving deeper to stroke your sensitive walls. Each pass of his tongue sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, making you moan and writhe beneath him.
It’s only when he stops sucking on your sensitive pearl, that you notice the dark red mark on your lower abdomen, a physical presence of his claim of you.
That bounty board won’t be seeing you anytime soon.
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Yes i am actually still alive, pffft. I worked on Cross as a Dragon Hybrid Skeleton of My AU IsralTale. This is Croma. He was in a almost Dusting situation and only the consuming of a Dragon Soul could rescue him, well he couldn't handle the strong magic and his Body adjusted. Og Cross Belongs to Jael
Croma belongs to me
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